Sweet and sour, passes by hour and hour,
Walking and sprinting, so near so far.
Waiting for the dawn, trying to wry sun out of night's shadow,
Hoping that light will shine for a few moments,
Before clouds obscure it and night devours it.
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2 comments:
In the end you have an epiphany.
Nice navee!
and clouds are anyways more of a Seattle thing.
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